Night 60: General Storage
[From here.]The door yielded almost too easily and opened at her second attempt with an audible crack. Tear instantly brought the fontech's beam into the interior, eyes and ears open for any aggressors. It wasn't until she was able to confirm their absence that the soldier finally shifted her attention to Mikado. "Alright," she started. "There
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Which could be said of the speech system. But that had become an 'undeniable truth,' something that couldn't be distrusted any more than the fact of the snow being white. "...I... Don't know how it works. But it makes us all hear the language that is normal to us. Like right now, we're speaking Japanese. You might hear a different language."
Something so sci-fi like that seemed incomprehensible and yet it had become 'fact,' something he could no longer question. Unlike what she said in answer to his question. She took a path as Tolten had done, and had casually spoke things that were unnatural. There was the barest blink in recognition of her age, before he moved to the point she had offered. "...Your world? Are you saying... You come from somewhere else?"
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Neither could she comprehend the speech system. Tear's countenance revealed an additional level of bemusement as she attempted to work out his explanation. "You're correct. I'm hearing my own language." Another box caught her sight, and she made her way to look into its contents. "I actually never knew there was a language called Japanese."
Which moved them onto her next point. This answer wouldn't come easy; the Melodist had long since understood not everyone knew of multiple worlds. She herself was ignorant of the fact. "Yes, you are correct. I'm from a planet called Auldrant."
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Still couldn't, actually. But it seemed to be another definable 'truth,' if only because of how many people had lined up on the fact. It was true that what the masses believed could still be a 'lie,' but for now he would have to believe that, for the sheer fact of having something to believe. Until he was proved wrong, they were in America, and there was a language system in place. These were truths.
Tear's truths, however, were different from Mikado's. It was literally impossible for someone to not have heard of Japan--except, if they possibly came from a third-world country in which education didn't speak of other countries. But Tear held herself as educated, and more, she stated herself to be military. There was a degree of education needed for that occupation. And more....
More, much like Tolten, she spoke of other worlds. And yet, hers took on a different light--not different realities, but different planets. The two options Izaya had asked about. She kept moving in the room, and uselessly, he stared at her, forgetting about the deep scrape on his hand. "...You're saying that you're an alien?"
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She then noticed the bandages and what looked to be a tube of disinfectant tucked away in a corner of the box. "Just a moment." With a graceful hand, she pulled out the tube and a decently-sized bandage. "Here, hold out your hand."
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She came back at that point, and he obediently held out his hand without thinking. He flushed slightly, eyes averting. It was only her helping him but still... She was very pretty. He continued his sentence to distract himself. "So, are you still human, or...." He realized, suddenly, how that must seem, and tried to backpedal. "Is your genetic make-out the same, or similar? You look exactly like everyone else...." She looked European or American, but other than that, he never would have assumed differently.
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Anywhere else, she might have dragged the boy to a sink for a thorough washing of his hand, but given the state of this place, Tear opted not to risk him to further infection. Therefore, she began to uncap the tube of disinfectant for application. "Though I'm not entirely certain if our composition is the same. The particles that make up this world is vastly different from mine," came the continuation. Carefully, she squeezed a few dabs of the cream onto Mikado's palm, taking extra precaution to not let her fingers touch either the disinfectant or the injured area.
Finished and satisfied, Tear took to unwrapping the bandage and gently placed it over the scrape. "There," she stated, mouth carrying the hint of a smile. "You should be good for tonight." There was a thoughtful pause. "Let's continue our conversation in a less enclosed area. It will be easier to defend ourselves in the hallway than here."
[To here.]
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